I want my friend back. Even for a day or less, Sir. I promise it won't be a hostage-taking. I promise not to bring locks or chains; I know I can only keep what is mine. A day or less to ease this restlessness I've only been coping with and not actually fixing.
I am not alone and I do find moments to eagerly smile and laugh but I've experienced it, Mister. The lengthy rant. The tireless walk. The comforting silence. I should say I'm grateful I have memories of such but tonight, they are more dispiriting than consoling. Like a letter kept for months reminding of what has been, strumming strings that were never really cut off, creating a mellow tune but with a missing lead.
Even in just the most vivid dream. Please, may I have my friend?